
by Docintar
Chad Freemason has always treated other people like scenery — props for his popularity, his football glory, his cruelty. When quiet Helen refuses to play the victim, he humiliates her with the perfect insult: she is a ghost of her own life. Helen does not cry. She does not beg. Something answers instead. Chad's reflection blurs. His grip fails. His body borrows whatever he stares at too long. The campus king who lived for attention is vanishing — unless someone is watching him. And the person who sees him most clearly is starting to shape what he becomes.-- There will be arcs of about 10 chapters each. This is not a story of systems or magic fights, but slice-of-life psychological horror exploring philosophical questions — sometimes without answers.
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